She was here all alone for the first time. Usually Carmen would accompany her, but Carmen had to work. She stared at herself in the mirror facing her in the dance studio.

"Okay, one more time. And it better be perfect." She said to herself, hitting the play button.

Sense is telling me you’re looking
I can feel it on my skin (Whoa)
Boy I wonder what would happen
If I trip and let you in
Don’t get shook my my aggression
I just might be the one
Let’s skip this conversation
Just whine your body up

Megan’s body began moving, almost as if it had a mind of it’s own. Dancing always made her like this. She was so high right at that moment, and she wasn’t ready to come back down. All the pain her legs felt prior to the music had evaporated. She oblivious to anything but the music and herself.

(Ha ha ha)
Don’t wanna wait no more
(Ha ha ha)
You got what I’m searching for
Standing close behind her, two pairs of eyes were on her. One, the watchful eye of her oldest sister. The other pair, the eyes of the biggest player to ever live in the greater Los Angeles area–Papi.

She watched the young girl move her hips, the sweat forming on her own upper lip. The teenager had captured her and she couldn’t keep this to herself for too much longer.

"Kit, you said that’s your sister?"

"Yeah, girl. Why?" As Papi opened her mouth to speak, Kit stopped her, "Don’t think about it. She’s taken."

"I didn’t even say anything."

Cuz I’m feeling your vibing
I’m riding high is exotic
And I want you, I want you here
Pull me closer and closer and
Hold me tight to your body
I wanna feel you, I wanna feel you near

Truth be told, Papi didn’t have to say much. The way she watched Megan gave her away. Her eyes worked from the top of Megan’s curly-topped head and down the curves that her body made.

As Megan made a turn, she saw the two women out of the corner of her eye. Out of fear, she jumped. She reached to turn off the music.

"You scared me shitless!" She screamed.

"My bad, babysis. Just wanted to see how you were doing. I must say you look good out there."

"You think so?" Megan grabbed her towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead with it.

"Shit, I know so." Papi chimed in, unable to keep her eyes off of the girl.

"Oh, this is Papi, Megan. She’s a friend of ours." Megan stuck her hand out.

"Nice to meet you." Megan said, with that patented Porter smile.

"The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure."